Some guests wore formal attire. Others chose their cuts and jeans. It didn’t matter to her, as long as everyone enjoyed themselves.
Perfect by Ed Sheeran ended, and the sound of someone tapping a microphone drew everyone’s attention to where the DJ was set-up.
“Hello, everybody,” Kendall started. “We hope you’re enjoying yourselves.”
“We are, babe,” Derby yelled.
Kendall smiled. “I’m so happy to hear that,” she said with grace and poise. “As you know, Meggie and Outlaw’s anniversary for their church anniversary is in two weeks. Before her abduction, Meggie wanted to have her vows renewed. Then, well, we know what happened. She abandoned the idea as she recovered. She planned a wedding for me twice. The very least I can do is help her out in this instance.”
Meggie gasped.
“Meggie,” Kendall started. “You and I have been through so many ups and downs. Throughout it all, you’ve had my back. Your friendship means the world to me. Thank you for putting up with me, accepting me…” She blinked her watery eyes. “And loving me.”
Smiling, Meggie threw a kiss toward Kendall.
“That’s my babies,” Roxy said proudly.
“Father Wilkins?” Kendall called.
“I’m here, Mrs. Donovan,” the priest said, weaving through the crowd.
“Fuck me,” Christopher groaned from behind Meggie, startling her. She tipped her head back and grinned at her handsome husband.
“Just give us a few minutes to set up,” Kendall announced and handed the microphone back to the DJ.
“C’mon, Meggie baby,” Roxy said, grabbing her hand. “CJ!” she yelled.
At the back of the hall, Gypsy, Bunny, Dr. Will, Danicka, Zoann, Fee, Kendall and Bailey had assembled next to their men.
“What the fuck goin’ on?” Christopher demanded as Kendall crooked her finger at CJ.
“Remember how we rehearsed?” she asked.
“Yes, Aunt Kenda.”
“Meggie, CJ will be your escort down the hall.”
“Wait a fuckin’ minute.” Christopher stomped to CJ. “You knew ‘bout this shit and ain’t tell me?”
“Nope.”
“Why the fuck not?”
“Aunt Kenda want MegAnn surprised. She said that would make Mommie happy and she’d be happier if it was a secret.” CJ frowned, then looked at Meggie. “You happy, Mommie?”
Meggie grinned through her tears. “Yes, potato. You and Aunt Kendall did an amazing job.”
“’Kay.” CJ turned back to Christopher. “See, ‘Law? S’okay. Case fucking closed.”
“Fuck, I ain’t got no choice but to bring my ass and wait,” Christopher grumbled.
“Johnnie’s your best man,” Kendall called.
“Ain’t needin’ a fuckin’ best man. Ain’t got a fuckin’ ring.”
“He has to be your best man,” Kendall insisted. “I’m Meggie’s matron-of-honor.”
“What the fuck ever,” Christopher snapped, and stomped away.
The guys laughed at Christopher’s grouchiness, but everybody took their places. Soon, they started marching down an aisle fashioned from gold lamé.
Their crowd of man-children—the sons of the bikers—skipped, whine, jumped, giggled and stomped, as Diesel tried to herd them down the aisle. Rebel, Harley, and Matilda threw pieces of napkins to represent flowers.
“I hope you like the music I chose for you,” Digger said with a grin, as he passed by with Bunny on his arm.
“I tried to talk him out of it, Meggie,” Bunny called.
“Don’t worry, Meggie girl. I’m going to fuck him up for you,” Mortician swore.
“That fool didn’t choose Mine, did he?” Roxy asked in outrage. “If he did, I’m beating his ass.”
They’d soon find out.
Waiting for her turn, Meggie clutched CJ’s hand.
The ladies wore clothes that ranged from Levis to Valentino. For Meggie, it was perfect.
Just as the song came to an end, Dr. Will and Cam Baptiste took their places.
“Ready, potato?” Meggie asked CJ.
“Yes, MegAnn,” he said impatiently.
“Okay, let’s go.”
“Ready for your song?” Digger called. “You going to like it.”
“She better,” Christopher warned.
“I will,” Meggie said with confidence. Whatever it was, she’d like it. This was her vow renewal and she didn’t want bloodshed, not even via fists.
“Walk Mommie to Daddy,” Meggie instructed CJ as Back That Azz Up by Juvenile started.
“Heyyyy,” Roxy said, starting to dance. “That’s my fucking song.”
Before Meggie commented, CJ tightened his hold on her, jerked her forward and started off at a run. Meggie squeaked, nearly losing her balance because of her stilettos.
“Stop, CJ!” she demanded.
“Va-va-varoooooommmm,” he responded, going faster.
Scowling, Christopher met them halfway and glared down at CJ.
“Bye, ‘Law,” CJ said, and took off running in the opposite direction.
“You okay, baby?” he asked, as he pulled her hand through his arm and started down the aisle.
“I’m fine,” Meggie answered with a giggle. “That’s what we get for giving CJ that job.”
Christopher chuckled, pausing a moment later in front of the priest as the music stopped.
“Twice wasn’t enough for you, right, Mrs. Caldwell?” he asked, looking at her over the rim of his glasses. “You have to do this a third time.”
“Keep your fuckin’ comments to yourself, Wilcunt,” Christopher ordered.
“It’s Jazzman,” Father Wilkins said on a whisper. “Remember that if it isn’t too taxing.”
“One fuckin’ minute more and you gonna be called Deadman,” Christopher told him.
Father Wilkins glared at Christopher, who glowered in return.
“Get the fuck out the fuckin way, motherfucker,” he barked. “We already married. We ain’t needin’ your fuckin’ ass.” Snatching the priest by the collar, Christopher dragged him out of the way and shoved him back. He dusted his hands and went to the DJ’s booth, returning a moment later with the microphone.
“Sorry, motherfuckers,” he started. “Me and Megan already married, so fuck the lil’ motherfucker.” Christopher glanced at Meggie. “He can say a quick blessin’ after we say our vows, baby.” He smiled at her, then held the microphone out to her. “Let’s hear what the fuck you wrote.”
With hesitation, Meggie glided next to her husband and claimed the microphone. “I want to thank you all for coming. I hope your Valentine’s Day has been as special as mine.”
Catcalls and whistles followed.
When the noise died down, she turned to Christopher. He was the tallest man there, with broad shoulders and a slim waist. His green eyes burned, like emeralds on fire. He was simply beautiful, and he was hers.
“Christopher,” she started. “The day I met you was the luckiest day of my life. From then until now, you made it your mission to keep me safe and happy. Your touch lifts me to the highest plateau and makes me fly.”
“Fuckin’ right,” he said, garnering laughter.
“One look at you makes me giddy. One look from you brightens my day. You’ve given me room to grow, never standing in my way, always knowing I’ll never stop loving you. I am proud to be your wife, your lover, your friend, and the mother of your children. You are the sun that keeps me warm and the moon that keeps me grounded. Thank you for being you and thank you for being mine.”
Christopher bent and kissed her, thrusting his tongue into her mouth. Meggie held onto him, not caring that their world saw how passionate they were.
“Outlaw, if you wanna fuck Meggie, take her in the bathroom,” Digger said. “We can wait the two minutes it’ll take you to finish.”
Pulling away from her, Christopher flipped Digger off and took the microphone from Meggie.
“Baby,” he started, �
�if some motherfucker had told my ass we was doin’ this, I woulda had my vows ready. You thought of whatcha wanted to say to my ass on a fuckin’ dime, so Ima do the same for you.”
Meggie nodded.
“Roses are red,” Christopher began, “violets are blue. I like fuckin’ you and eatin’ your pussy, too. You my breath of fresh air, even if you put gray in my hair. When you was sent to me I got my own special angel. My cock so glad it ain’t no longer in danger. Your tits like peaches, your nipples like cherries and your pussy is as sweet as fuckin strawberries. You laugh, you play, you cook, you clean, you just my amazing lil queen. You keep my ass in line with your one-two knockout in the form of your pussy lockout. You a wonderful mother, friend, and wife, and I’m so fuckin’ thankful to have you in my life.” He smiled at her, and Meggie felt giddy. “You my everything, baby. My pride. My joy. My sun. My moon.”
She launched herself into his arms as the crowd whooped, clapped, and hollered. As usual, Christopher bent and she rained kisses all over his face.
“Happy Valentine’s Day, baby,” he whispered.
“Happy Valentine’s Day, Christopher,” she responded. This, by far, was the best Valentine’s she’d ever had. “I love you.”
ROSES ARE RED, VIOLETS ARE blue.
I like fuckin’ you and eatin’ your pussy, too.
You my breath of fresh air, even if you put gray in my hair.
When you was sent to me I got my own special angel. My cock so glad it ain’t no longer in danger.
Your tits like peaches, your nipples like cherries and your pussy is as sweet as fuckin strawberries.
You laugh, you play, you cook, you clean, you just my amazing lil queen.
You keep my ass in line with your one-two knockout in the form of your pussy lockout.
You a wonderful mother, friend, and wife, and I’m so fuckin’ thankful to have you in my life.
We Are Family—Sister Sledge
Perfect—Ed Sheeran
Pride And Joy—Marvin Gaye
Hard Headed Woman—Elvis Presley
No Frauds—Nicki Minaj, Drake
Bad To The Bone—George Thorogood & the Destroyers
Him & I (with Halsey)—G-Eazy, Halsey
Dreaming Of You—Selena
Insatiable—Prince
Messin’ Around—Pitbull and Enrique Iglesias
Just The Way You Are—Bruno Mars
Scandalous—Prince
Thunder—Imagine Dragons
Outlaws—Alessia Cara
I’ve Got Love On My Mind—Natalie Cole
Mine—Bazzi
Sexy M.F.—Prince
LOVE. FEAT. ZACARI.—Kendrick Lamar and Zacari
Codeine Dreaming (feat. Lil Wayne)—Kodak Black and Lil Wayne
Candy Paint—Post Malone
That’s What Friends Are For—Dionne Warwick
This Girl—Hunter Hayes
Love On The Brain—Rihanna
Love Will Turn You Around—Kenny Rogers
Human—Rag ‘n’ Bone Man
Filthy—Justin Timberlake
Can’t Help Falling in Love—Elvis Presley
Connected By Love—Jack White
Night Time Is The Right Time—Ray Charles
The Champoin—Carrie Underwood and Ludicris
Just To Be Close To You—The Commodores
Goosebumps—Travis Scott
Stand By Your Man—Tammy Wynette
Ain’t No Rest for the Wicked—Cage The Elephant
Wolves—Selena Gomez
Sex and Candy—Marcy Playground
Desperado—Rihanna
Our Love—Natalie Cole
Low Rider—War
Crazy—Patsy Cline and The Jordanaires
Woman—John Lennon
Brick House—The Commodores
Truffle Butter—Nicki Minaj, Drake, and Lil Wayne
All of Me—John Legend
Burning Love—Elvis Presley
Every Breath You Take—The Police
This Is How We Roll—Florida Georgia Line
I Have Nothing—Whitney Houston
AFTERWORD
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I’d like to thank Crystal Cuffley for her lovely graphic design. You’re the best. Thank you Melissa Kulis for all your help and support. Thank you T.E. Black for working with me. Welcome to my crazy world!
Thank you, Mama Kelly, for your endless hours of debate, discussion, encouragement, annoyance, and insistence. Your tireless conversations about the Death Dwellers MC, in particular, Kendall, and your demand for more, motivated me to write another book about the club.
Finally, I want to thank my fans for your support and you dedication to Team Outlaw and Team Kendall. I couldn’t do this without you.
Kathryn Kelly is living her dream and writing books. She's always been an avid reader and still devours books in her spare time. She also enjoys football, socializing, music, eating, and jokes. In her head, she's the ultimate biker babe. In reality, she's an ordinary girl-next-door and a native New Orleanian. Since the release of Misled in December 2013, she’s been living her dream of writing books. In August 2015, her life took a dramatic turn with the diagnosis of Stage 2B HER2 Positive Breast Cancer. She underwent a double mastectomy, lymph node removal, and breast reconstruction in February 2016. The support of her family, friends, and fans helped her to stay strong and keep her head up. #F*ckCancer became her rallying cry. Now located in the Houston area, she’s once again cancer free. Her hair is growing back and her nails are returning to normal. Currently, she is plotting her next book.
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Misrule
A Death Dwellers MC Novel
By Kathryn C. Kelly
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Copyright 2019 Kathryn C. Kelly
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This book is a work of fiction. Names and characters are the product of the author’s imagination and any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead is entirely coincidental.
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Cover Image ©2019 Wander Aguiar Photography
Cover Model: Nathan Van Dyken
ISBN: 978-1-7325889-6-7
To my Road Krewe: Laura Urban, Saira Ricks, Thea Chafin and Kathryn Ferdinand. I can’t wa
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ACKNOWLEDGMENTS
Misrule wouldn’t have been possible without the assistance of many. It took a village to see the conclusion to the Death Dweller’s saga completed. As always, I want to thank my mother, Memaw Kelly, for her support and championing of the Dweller boys and of me throughout my life. Zoey, Kate, and Alegra, thank you for all the kitchen duty so I could write. Melissa Kulis, you rock at getting the word out about my books. Crystal Cuffley, you will always be my Mistress Dibs. Danni, thank you for your keen eye and editorial skills. Kristin Inselman, thank you for keeping in touch with me and loving the books in spite of Outlaw. Melanie Cooper, thank you for your fabulous beta reading. Wander Aguiar and Nathan Van Dyken, I saw the photo and had to have it in my life, which meant Knox had to have tattoos. Finally, thanks to Mayhem Cover Creations for your fabulous designs.
They’ve been Misled. They’ve been Misunderstood. They’ve been Misguided.
Now it’s time to put the past aside and focus on new beginnings.
Knox and Roxy have finally set the date for their wedding, but things won’t go smoothly. There are too many people within the Club who won’t accept Knox—and one woman in particular whose day of reckoning has been a long time coming.
Not to mention the outside interference from family.
But the deadliest threat of all will come from an unexpected enemy.
Can the Club put aside differences long enough to defeat the looming threat against them?
Or will Knox and Roxy’s wedding turn into a funeral…?
CONTENTS
Prologue
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Chapter 10
Chapter 11
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